When Albert heard of The Arabian Nights he thought, so what? What’s the big deal? Anyone can write 1001 stories. So he started. And when he got to story 999, he discovered that in the original there were only about 250 of the bloody things.
Listen the story being read HERE!
Weave a Web 
I’ve got a big lump in my throat, reading this, because I know the end is near, not because of Albert.
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You were the first of the apostles!
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I’m so seldom an early adopter, I feel like a Nortel investor at the end of the road. What will you do next? Anything?
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I have no idea what I shall be doing – other than trying to earn some money so that we can shift house on 12 December to rid ourselves of the landlords from hell.
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I sincerely hope you shed the landlords from hell and find a home sweet home. I will truly miss your posts and all the fun and wit of your readers and especially the palavering between you and Cynthia and Pauline.
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Well, Bruce, I hope you find a nice place with nice landlords. The two you have now are definite pieces of work. Good luck. As for Albert…should have counted beforehand…
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Thank you. And regarding Albert’s counting – too late! Too late!
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I applaud Albert–for doing the impossible. I applaud you for the same.
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Thank you, Prospero! That is praise indeed when emanating for the sweat of hot tropical islands.
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Yes, I do applaud you.
The warm winds of sincerity blow through our majestic palms, as it is presently summer in our hemisphere.
And may I remind you that winter always makes a glorious summer. Godspeed, Bruce.
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Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer…
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I knew you’d know that, Richard (oh sorry–Bruce!)
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I’ve got my black outfit all ready for that inevitable day. 😦
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I do hope your black hat is tasteful.
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Oh, I forgot about a hat. I’m off to the nearby hippy village to see what they’ve got.
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No! It can’t be true! It can’t be true!
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Is it true that it can’t be true?!
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That was my heart’s cry, not mine. I will ask it whence it doth wake.
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Speaking of heart’s cry… I had my annual checkup with the cardiologist today. He said to keep taking the pills!
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Bruce, I’ve missed your comments on the comments, it’s great to have you back! But what next? I hope you manage to escape the landlords from hell….
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Thanks Andrea. I’m not sure what’s next, but it’s not until one sheds a skin that one realizes how heavy it had become!
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It’s certainly been a huge commitment, I can imagine the sense of relief 🙂
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And now, the end is near…
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…the final curtain!
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You did it your way…
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I hope you know how much you will be missed, my friend
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Thank you, Derrick.
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Ha. If that were me I’d still have to write 1002
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